It’s just a fact that I’m ugly and you’re not.
It’s just a fact that I’m a ***** when you have actually slept with someone.
It’s just a fact that I’m way too fat when you are the perfect size.
It’s just a fact that when I eat I nearly ***** at the sight of food on my plate but you can eat properly.
It’s just a fact that I hate myself too much and now you hate me too.
It’s just the fact that when I eat I hate people watching me but you’re cool with it.
It’s just a fact that you have loving parents and I have nothing.
It’s just a fact that when I go to bed what I mean to say is ‘Let’s go lay down and worry about what everyone thinks about me then let’s go and over-think all of my insecurities and make them 100x worse’.
It’s just a fact that you’re lovable when I never will be.
It’s just a fact that accept yourself when I could never do such a thing.
It’s just a fact that I’m just another ******* ***** up, so why do I bother anyway???